There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThis world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God’s care and pity for every separate need.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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